“The hell you don’t. Who was this guy? Why did we never hear about him?”

“Did you run all the girls you were seeing by me?” I try deflecting, but regret it immediately seeing Jena flinch and knowing I unintentionally caused her pain.

“Don’t change the subject. I’m going to need more information. Who was the guy?”

“You don’t have to worry about him. He won’t be an issue, trust me.” I look at Jena again, but she won’t make eye contact with me.

Oliver tries for a softer approach. “If

mention of me hanging with a guy who isn’t

be a problem, because what’s left of him is currently in a box.” I stand taking my plate back to the kitchen. I have lost my appetite and just want to get away, before any

a date with a guy who is now dead. But my guys sometimes get tunnel vision when it comes to me and they forget who is around

our seating arrangement, I’m sure most of

the Cunninghams. These idiots need to

spread out on the floor in front of my fireplace. We have gone over the camera locations and the directions they were

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